Dangerous Work

Our loveable yard man, Jerry Jackson, recently showed up wearing a rain slicker despite the weather being sunny and hot. When I asked him about it, he said he had gotten stung twice the prior week and was being careful. He then jokingly said, "You know bees don't like black people." I about lost it from laughing. Feeling guilty, I told him to stop cutting about 15 feet from the front of the hives and I would cut the rest. A picture is worth a thousand words...





I did give the guards a few puffs from the smoker before starting and I managed to burn the heck out of my little finger.

Quite a blister! Ouch!